Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.